I hung around at Enmitas restaurant for about 5 1/2 hours yesterday after arriving from Tena. My canoe bag was loaded and I wanted a ride up to Yanayacu Biological Station and Center for Creative Studies. None of my normal taxi providers was available so it was a good thing I wasnt in a hurry. While at the restaurant I had a coffee, my first of the day, visited with Enmita, her sister Zoila, and Enmitas young daughter Naomi who made a beeline for me when she came in. I was writing captions for yesterdays post on my laptop and she wanted me to read (translate actually) the captions to her as well as open up the tumbnails for a better view. Then she wanted to examine the contents of my belt pouch, which included the camera. I wound up letting her take a few photos from the table (I would not have risked letter her run around with it). She wanted to see them on the laptop screen so we took the memory card out, stuck it in the slot, and opened them up. A couple of the shots below are hers. I kept checking to see if anyone was around to give me a ride. Darwin, Enmitas husband, normally gets home at 5 PM but was going to be late that evening. Their oldest son usually gets to drive me since Darwins job all day is driving a truck for the local government in Baeza and is ready to do anything but drive once he gets home. It cooled off fast and I was looking for something to do while I waited so when Zoila came down from the upstairs restaurant with a container of soaked garlic bulbs to separate into cloves and peel I eagerly pitched in and helped. I love the smell of garlic. At one point Enmita asked to borrow my head lantern to rummage around in some dark corner for something. We joked around about what I was going to give her for Christmas, a conversation that started Tuesday as I waited for the bus to Tena. I asked Zoila what she wanted too. Finally I saw that Franklins pickup was down at the gas station so I went down to inquire about a ride from his wife who was unloading the truck. She said no problem and met me at the restaurant where my heavy canoe bag was sitting. Then she swung by where Franklin was and he drove me up Las Caucheras Road.
Posted on: Thu, 04 Dec 2014 13:55:32 +0000
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